They were gathered in the break-room because it was the only room big enough to contain the whole crew comfortably.
Sara gave a round-up of what she and Warrick had learned at the hospital.
"So Billy – that is the one who laid in the middle – did not react too well to the drug and freaked." She ended.
"By the way, what drug was it?" Warrick asked Greg.
"phencyclidine. PCP also known as Angeldust."
"Bad trip, huh?" Gris suggested.
"We think so. Frank said that this Billy was in a bad mood anyway." Sara confirmed. They had seen the effects of bad trips of various drugs before, but never one so badly.
"Shoulda stayed home and slit his wrists in the tub instead. Wouldn't have hurt anybody else then." Warrick muttered. Gil shot him a hard glance.
"Who's doing the paperwork?" Nick asked, feeling sure it would not be him.
"Me. I can sleep as long as I want tomorrow. You guys go home." Warrick offered. They accepted it gratefully and one after the other left, Gil being the last.
"See you Friday?" Gil asked. It would be the supervisor's first day off.
"Sure! How 'bout I'll drop by for lunch?"
"Sounds great. Good night then." Gil turned.
"Night." Warrick sat there and listened to the fading steps. Soon he was alone for a moment before the next shift poured in while he finished the reports.
THE END
Sara gave a round-up of what she and Warrick had learned at the hospital.
"So Billy – that is the one who laid in the middle – did not react too well to the drug and freaked." She ended.
"By the way, what drug was it?" Warrick asked Greg.
"phencyclidine. PCP also known as Angeldust."
"Bad trip, huh?" Gris suggested.
"We think so. Frank said that this Billy was in a bad mood anyway." Sara confirmed. They had seen the effects of bad trips of various drugs before, but never one so badly.
"Shoulda stayed home and slit his wrists in the tub instead. Wouldn't have hurt anybody else then." Warrick muttered. Gil shot him a hard glance.
"Who's doing the paperwork?" Nick asked, feeling sure it would not be him.
"Me. I can sleep as long as I want tomorrow. You guys go home." Warrick offered. They accepted it gratefully and one after the other left, Gil being the last.
"See you Friday?" Gil asked. It would be the supervisor's first day off.
"Sure! How 'bout I'll drop by for lunch?"
"Sounds great. Good night then." Gil turned.
"Night." Warrick sat there and listened to the fading steps. Soon he was alone for a moment before the next shift poured in while he finished the reports.
THE END